translation: "You keep moving your mouth, but all I hear is blahh blahhh blahh".
My heart jumped into my throat as I imagined something along the lines of THIS crawling out of a hole under the bed with the sole purpose of clawing my eyes out.
Just kidding..my imagination isn't THAT good..I Google'd "Rat Monster". Although...you never know these days, what with cancer and the chemicals in the air and what-not..that IS probably a very close representation of what has been building a freaking condo complex up in my attic ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT..or then again, it could be an image depicting the personality of my almost 11 year daughter that has surfaced over the past two months..
Luckily it was just the stupid cat lapping up the water in the cup I left beside the bed. You would think that knowing I had two cats whose natural instincts SHOULD be to hunt down little creatures like this and destroy them would be somewhat comforting, but then you would have to know my cats. Moon would just sit there and stare at it with that phlegmatic (I found that word on Thesaurus.com..because I am oh so clever!!) expression because she's too freaking lazy to move her fat ass and chase anything and she just doesn't give a shit..and Cassady is scared of her own shadow..she would have a heart attack and die instantly at the sight of that thing....
either way I'm in desperate need an exterminator..or a terminator and maybe even an exorcist...for my walls AND Tayler's new tween alter-ego..
a two for one deal would be extra nice!!
